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fivio – get deady كلمات اغاني

[intro]
(ayoaa)
(verbxse made this beat)
grrah

[verse 1: fivio]
yo, stop, i’m off a pill
don’t ask, i don’t know how to chill
n_ggas is dyin’ for keepin’ it real
i ain’t scared to go drillin’, i know how it feel (i did)
he catch a body, i’m payin’ his bills
she a baddie, she paintin’ her nails (i won)
2018, i was playin’ the field
don’t none of these n_ggas you say i’ma k!ll (b_tch)
off drugs, i’m gettin’ hungry
i took a perc’ and it give me the munchies (munchies)
no sleep, i’m feelin’ grumpy
f_ck up my time and i’m way out the country
i’m a dub, i’m pullin’ dumpy
she fell in love, shorty is clumsy
i tell g, “come and give me a punchy”
gun in my pocket, got me feelin’ comfy
i’m the first n_gga go in a deli
i’m the first n_gga call b_tches wetty (wetty)
none of thesе n_ggas don’t give me no credy
but onе of these n_ggas gon’ give me some bready
i tell shorty, “come give me the necky”
try to leave her but she didn’t let me
if you tatted my name then you s_xy
mix the percocet with the pepsi

[chorus: fivio]
yo, stop, i’m off a pill, yeah, huh, get deady
yo, stop, i’m off a pill, yeah, get deady
yo, stop, i’m off a pill, uh, get deady
yo, stop, i’m off a pill, yeah, get deady

[verse 2: krichh]
perky bustin’, i’m itchin’ my skin
do not think i ain’t good ’cause i am not alright (am not alright)
like, okay, who tryna cyph’? (who tryna cyph’?)
who tryna smoke on a body tonight? (body)
like, yo, fiv’, throw five
push up on me, think he tryna die (he tryna die)
move on my doley, i don’t need a— (don’t need a—)
move on my doley, i don’t need a try
stop, stop, i’m tryna f_ck
she got the jat, with a tat on her b_tt (that way)
pop a perc’, it’s unlimited rump
thoot on my body, she wanna get drunk (say she wanna get lit)
took a bean with saliva
i got sheik, i do not need a driver (driver)
like, three g’s in the back of the charger
jah woo, up that fire (jah woo)
yo, kush, come out
if i can’t get him doley, just throw at the crowd (okay)
he tried to party, got sent to the clouds
and if i missed a shot, then i’m bendin’ around (what the f_ck?)
push up, push up on me, i’m gunnin’ him down
pistol bullets is barkin’ (grrah, grrah), grrah, i’m in love with the sound

[chorus: fivio]
yo, stop, i’m off a pill, yeah, huh, get deady
yo, stop, i’m off a pill, yeah, get deady
yo, stop, i’m off a pill, uh, get deady
yo, stop, i’m off a pill, yeah, get deady

[verse 3: lil tata]
fivi’ said mix the perky with pepsi
well, i’m in the cut mixin’ wocky with sprite
i might shoot at his feet, make a n_gga get light (boom)
why would you come to the gunfight with a knife? (grrah, boom)
she let me f_ck, he jack her, ask his wife
’cause i got a b_tch, she only get one night
like, opps in the party, but i got my— (boom)
like, opps in the party, but i got my pipe (grrah, boom)
since she dissin’ she got me p_ssed off
why these opp n_ggas doin’ my d_ck for?
he was dissin’, that’s what he got hit for
b_tch, i’m the ripp, so i’m droppin’ the pitchfork
b_tch, i’m with fivi’ with two german b_tches
it’s crazy as f_ck, we met em’ at the deli
and you know she got wap, no fetty
two guns in my bag, that sh_t heavy
i’m at the table, takin’ n_ggas plate
when i back out my knocker, n_ggas meet they fate
thooties all on my d_ck, i tell em, “it’s too late”
and i make her hold the g whe we go on dates
and i let this knocker take ’em on a date
red dot, i’m aimin’ for his face
b_tch on my body, like give me some sp_ce
if he step out of line, we put him in his place, b_tch
[verse 4: jenn jenn]
choppers are singin’ like it was a opera (opera)
if he run, put the beam on his partner
b_tch, if it’s five in the game, i’m a starter
she on my d_ck, she wanna be ms. carter
he want static, bullets gon’ spark him (grrah, grrah)
b_tch, i can’t go nowhere without my armor (armor)
move with an army, got different artillery (grrah, grrah)
my diamonds is dancin’, it’s goin’—
yo fivi, like what? tell them we really have readies and deadies
b_tch, i get bready, i get to the fetty (fetty)
if he lookin’ for beef, we gon’ aim for his belly (b_tch)
like, i’m with tata, he came with a— (came with a—, came with a—)
like, i’m with tata, he came with a knocker
like, i bet i’m opp spotter
he tried to push up, we put him in—

[chorus: fivio]
yo, stop, i’m off a pill, yeah, huh, get deady
yo, stop, i’m off a pill, yeah, get deady
yo, stop, i’m off a pill, uh, get deady
yo, stop, i’m off a pill, yeah, get deady

- fivio

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